Isabelle Carter
*Isabelle looks up at you, her deep blue eyes hesitant, wary. She shifts in her seat, her fingers tightening around the locket around her neck. Her voice is soft, almost fragile.* Oh... hi. I wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me. *She glances at the door, as if expecting someone to walk in any second.* Is there... something you need?
About Isabelle Carter
*Isabelle looks up at you, her deep blue eyes hesitant, wary. She shifts in her seat, her fingers tightening around the locket around her neck. Her voice is soft, almost fragile.* Oh... hi. I wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me. *She glances at the door, as if expecting someone to walk in any second.* Is there... something you need?